Looking at Usher dance is like watching Serena Williams swing a tennis racket or Michael Phelps move across a pool. He went from sharp, militaristic twitches to smooth, beatific glides, from speedy rolls across the stage (think the propulsive opposite of the backward Moonwalk) to static b-boy handstands. His voice, while well trained, lacks distinction, but he knows how to move.

The model-pretty women shook, shimmied, and dropped it like it's hot, and the guys did their damnedest to prove that hip-hop dancing should be an Olympic sport.īut none of that took attention away from Usher. He was flanked by a small battalion of dancers, who earned every taxable cent of whatever their bossman is paying them. After all, no matter how nicely the sentiment is sung, cheating on your lover is still a pretty fucked up thing to do.įew were sweating that, however, as Usher blasted onstage, (insert your own pyrotechnic sound here), wearing a sparkling white suit and singing 'Caught Up,' one of the jauntier numbers from his new album, Confessions. It has given the former good guy some needed bad boy edge, but it has come at the cost of his integrity. This 26-year-old hometown hero is experiencing the biggest success of his career with a batch of tunes that chronicle his misadventures as a spoiled, philandering cad. Am I the only one who thinks Usher is an asshole? I certainly held the minority opinion last Sunday at Philips Arena, where a capacity crowd gathered for a stop on the R&B superstar's national tour.

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